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Still not much to report. I'm still having schedule conflicts with the post office, and each day it seems I have a new reason to shake my fist at them. I mean, I know this's the way it's always been, and there isn't anything I could or say to change it, and sure, I could head to the UPS Store and get the same thing done, except by a considerably larger difference in the charge...but still! All I ask is for an hour later! ...or normal hours on a weekend! That's all! Is that too much to ask?!

Anyhow, Mom is coming back Thursday, I think. Dad, though, seems to have degenerated somewhat lately. I don't know if her coming back now is a good idea or not. I mean, it'll be nice to have Mom be back and all...but at the same time, Dad is trying to see if I can be there to help with the luggage, because he won't be able to carry it. I know that Mom likely packed a lot...but still, if he isn't able to handle luggage, then how does he expect to help out Mom? It has me slightly worried.

Anyhow, today we had a (...rrrrrrrghhhh...) work meeting. I don't know if I've mentioned this in the past...but I can't stand work meetings. Now...these aren't the normal type of work meetings...no. What they at Pizza Hut call a "work meeting" is what high schools call "pep rallies". Serious. Games, prizes, candy lying for distribution on the long tables for everyone to enjoy. And this morning, they had a Hawaiian theme. I got a fake lei put on me when I got there (avoid the obvious joke, people). Now, I'm all for some gaudy theme and all...but at 9:30 in the morning?! Even after getting a full night's rest, I'm not a morning person. The people at work will tell you that. It takes me a few hours to even wake up. And now I'm being "treated" to happy smiles, pep talks, "congratulations" to everyone who "makes a difference at the store" (I don't want to sound bitter, but I've honestly busted my hump every day over there doing what I can, and I've yet to receive a "thank you" from any of the higher-ups at these stupid things). And in the end, there is a freaking cheer. Yes. A cheer. Pat your lap twice, clap your hands twice, snap your fingers twice, "CHAMPS!"

...and people were wondering why I looked grumpy.

Anyways, that's it. I need to get back off my break now.

The other day my dad had lunch at Hooters, and ordered from the dessert menu. A waitress later stopped by and asked how was the cheesecake. LOLZ!!1